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I want to be buried in a black metal coffin…Just like the Submarine I “Qualified “on…
Pin a brand new pair of shining Silver Dolphins…Upon my left breast…
So, when I bust Hell wide open…They will know, I’m one of the best…Of the best…

Loyalty, Bravery, Teamwork, Commitment…These are the things…Those fish represent…
Men who are willing to lay down their lives…To end ALL wars and political strife…

To do that unthinkable…unfathomable task…Of pushing the button…To have Peace at Last…
It’s no easy burden to carry that weight…On the shoulders of teenagers, some of them…
And they won’t hesitate…

From the oldest of Goats…to the most junior seaman…To fulfill their solemn duty…all while performing
the most complicated, technical, intricate procedures…
Thinking independently…yet able to take orders…
With heart and compassion they turn chaos to normal…

That you may sleep well, so you can be safe …they stand watch with vigilance...Beneath the waves…
Beneath the Waves…where few have gone before; truth and mystery are found upon the ocean floor…

So put me in my metal box…where I might feel at home…In darkness and in quietness for eternity…

Ever more…

Amazing Grace played on the bagpipes…Would be my favorite song…
I ask you play it at my graveside…To help me move along…
Fire 21 guns as my last salute; let the bugle sound my final taps…
Lights Out…Turn in to your bunk…Rest your oar sailor…
Then as my final tribute…Sharply fold my burial flag …